Like all people who spend a great deal of time together, the crew of the Enterprise soon saw themselves picking up traits and phrases from one another. While it was indeed odd to see Scotty bounce like Bones or hear Sulu casually insert Russia into conversations, perhaps the most disturbing was witnessing Spock refer to a member of the crew with a very southern “darlin’.”
Headcanon where Bones always acts like he hates Chekov, but really has a huge soft spot for him. Like, he’ll say “Chekov stop being so happy all the time it’s annoying” but then give Chekov his extra dessert and internally smile when he sees the delighted look on the boy’s face.
This is a some Star Trek story I came up with
Part 1 of 3
I started getting used to this. This room. These blackouts. The blankets that are my only comfort. The warm orange light outside my prison door. I have lost hope in my crew coming back. I lost that long ago. I keep hope in myself. Hope that I’ll survive or that someone would care; care enough to come for me.
could you imagine The Enterprise having like a yearly inspection and Kirk bugs out every time because the best running ship in the fleet certainly doesn’t become so because they follow therules. He has to remind the crew a week in advance to actually call him Captain and use formal titles. Bones and Scotty’s shared bathroom which is one hundred percent a liquor cabinet/distillery cannot be a thing.
Sulu has to collect all of his plants out of everywhere that’s not the Botany Labs and hide the illegal ones he picked up during their journey in his quarters. Scotty has to remove all of his Scotty-Approved-Modifications from Engineering. Spock can’t work four shifts in a row and break the ensigns that challenge him in the gym to sparring matches. Bones can’t medically offer alcohol to anybody. Uhura needs to not curse every ten minutes, in any language. Chekov needs to focus more on his console and less on every pair of legs walking by his station.
You’d been working on the USS Enterprise for about a year now as a doctor. You assisted Bones, in the MedBay and also took your own patients. One of them being Mr. Chekov, the curly-haired Russian boy that stole your heart on the day you met him. He just didn’t know it yet. The two of you would constantly steal glances at each other from across the room, and were always cracking jokes to one another any chance you could get. You were constantly trying to figure out a way to let him know how much you cared for him, but Bones always seemed to get in the way. He always assisted you when Chekov had appointments, and never left you alone with him. It was probably because Bones knew that you liked Pavel. Leonard was always a father figure to you ever since you began working with him. After sharing that your own father died when you were young, he continued to be as supportive as he could of you. Always telling you “good job” and “hang in there”. It was amazing to have that relationship that you’d been missing your whole life. But, it could also be a negative thing. As in, he hates the idea of you dating. Since you’re the youngest doctor on the ship, he’s very protective of you and doesn’t want you to get hurt. But it’s hard because you really like Chekov, and you can’t be alone with him to tell him. Sighing, you carried on with your work, hoping to find a way to talk to Pavel.
—time skip, three weeks later—
Finally, after weeks of begging, you were finally going to be alone with Chekov. Well…semi-alone. Captain Kirk was sending you, Chekov, and Spock out on an away mission to an uncharted planet. You were supposed to be studying the fauna of the planet, and hopefully bring back a few flowers of some sort. You had been asking Jim to send you with Chekov for weeks, and fortunately it paid off. He knew about your crush, and well…he was tired of hearing you complain about it. So, he made sure Bones didn’t know about the mission until you left.
While observing a particularly round plant on the strange world, you looked up to see Pavel gazing at you. Now was your chance. You could finally let him know how you felt! The feelings you’d been hiding for ages, could finally be let out of their cage. You cleared your throat, causing Chekov to jump a bit.
“Mr. Spock, is it okay if I speak with Mr. Chekov in private for a moment?” He nodded curtly and wandered off into a separate area of the woodland. Chekov gave you a questioning look.
“So…Chekov. I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while now, and I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I really like you. And I was waiting until we were alone because of well…”
“Dr. McCoy?” He chuckled. “Y/N? I like you too. A lot.” He said looking down. You blushed and gave him a quick kiss to the cheek. He smiled and touched his hand to the spot where you kissed him.
“Vhat about Dr. McCoy? He iz wery protectiwe of you.” He looked around nervously, as if Bones would beam down right now and slap him in the face. You chuckled and grinned at the silly Russian boy.
“Don’t worry about him, right now we’re alone. Let’s savor it for a while eh?” You were both sitting now, and you leaned your head onto his shoulder. Looking up at him, you couldn’t help but reach up and touch his curls. He blushed and tried to brush your hands away.
“No, Chekov, I love them. They’re very adorable. And kind of…sexy even.” You laughed, and he grabbed your cheeks and quickly pecked your lips. Smiling you kissed him once again, this time lingering a bit longer as you wrapped your fingers in his curly locks.
I heard that in the next ST movie, Chekov will be in another ship, which is fine because seeing another actor playing him would be too sad. But the other day I started thinking that maybe there should be another character, a new one, because it would be right to do again what Roddenberry did when he added Pavel Chekov to the crew. I mean, back in the 60s, Chevov was way more than a cute kid. It was the middle of the Cold War and he was from Russia, the sworn enemy of the USA at the time. His presence at the bridge was a symbol of peace, of hope.
Since things have changed, this new Chekov never had the same meaning. So maybe they should add someone with that meaning now. I’m not American, I don’t know what country he or she should come from. Maybe from North Korea? Cuba? Iran? Whatever country America hates most now, this new character should be from there. Put an Iranian woman wearing a Starfleet approved hijab on the bridge and don’t make a single comment about it because it’s the 23rd century now and no one gives a shit about these things. Then, she’ll give us the same message that Chekov gave us in 1967: things will get better.